Bottle of Love

Music & Lyrics by Garland Jeffreys

From the album Don’t Call Me Buckwheat (1992)

In the 1950’s

Eisenhower’s weisenheimers

Say hey kids, the Drifters

What it means to me

Ram a lam a ding dong

Take me back to my old school

Teach me about the golden rule

That’s what I need

A bottle of love, bottle of love

A touch of tenderness

Such a sweet caress

E-emotions away

Not just a mental thing

I heard a lot of people say

And I felt all the arrows they sling

Flexing up my whiskey muscle

Hoistin’ with the boys on the streets I guzzled

Bottle of poison it was never enough

‘Cause what I need, is a

Bottle of love, bottle of love

A touch a touch a touch of tenderness

Such a sweet caress

Two black jockeys on the white house lawn

Pink flamingo and a boot black shoe horm

Two white skinheads march across the land

Hate born out of the womb of Ku Klux Klan

We got the proclamation

Now where’s the real emancipation

We got the proclamation

Now where’s the real emancipation